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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more-Lord Byron, from Canto IV of Childe Harold